Spoil your wife too much——Gold Medal Husband

Chapter 127 The Identity of Prince Xiying

In Fengshui Pavilion, Lin Xiaoxiao was sitting sideways by the window, the hair on her face was still being blown by the cold wind. In fact, she had been sitting here for almost half an hour. The cold wind blowing, although it was cold, could make her brain wide awake.

"Princess, Master Liu is here!" Nianqi walked in gently and said in a low voice.

Hearing this voice, Lin Xiaoxiao turned her head just now, with the expression on her face still indifferent.

"This subordinate has seen the concubine!" Liu Junru suppressed the doubts in her heart, stepped forward, saluted respectfully, then stood up slightly, looked at Lin Xiaoxiao who was sitting by the window, the cold wind blowing outside the window, He could feel it, seeing Lin Xiaoxiao like this, he couldn't help but frowned slightly: "Princess, it's better to come over, it's windy over there!"

Lin Xiaoxiao smiled noncommittally, that faint smile, as if she didn't care, still gave people a feeling of surprise, Liu Junru thought, in fact, even if it was any man, it would be difficult to resist such a beauty, such a prince. , there is nothing strange about it, he couldn't help but think of An Yixin, but he didn't know whether he should be emotional or...

"Master Liu, sit down!" Lin Xiaoxiao got up slightly, walked over, and sat down opposite Liu Junru across the table.

"I don't know why the concubine is here..." Liu Junru looked at Lin Xiaoxiao curiously with a hint of doubt on her face.

"My lord is too busy, I can't get away..." Lin Xiaoxiao frowned slightly, and said so.

Liu Junru suddenly realized that what she wanted to know was nothing more than some things about the prince: "What the princess wants to know, Jun Ru knows everything!" Well, women, it's not like this, they hope to know some things about their husband-in-law from others. It's not surprising, so Liu Junru didn't think much about it, even though Lin Xiaoxiao is smart, she is still a woman.

Lin Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows, seeing Liu Junru's brows in amazement, slightly hooked the corners of her lips, then raised her eyes to stare at him: "You know about Han Yi, right?"

Liu Junru was slightly taken aback. Regarding Lin Xiaoxiao's leaping thinking, he admitted that he couldn't keep up with the rhythm. After a while, he found this person from a corner of his memory that had almost been forgotten: "Some impressions!" up.

Lin Xiaoxiao reached out, took out a delicate small box from her sleeve, placed it gently on the table, and then pushed it forward: "Open!"

Liu Junru looked suspiciously at the small box below from Lin Xiaoxiao's face, reached out and pressed the box lightly, choked on her saliva involuntarily, and looked at Lin Xiaoxiao questioningly.

"Open—" Lin Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at the box.

Liu Junru resisted the curiosity like a cat scratching in his heart, and carefully stretched out his hand to open the exquisite box. He didn't know what made Lin Xiaoxiao so solemn, even though he made all kinds of guesses in his heart, he didn't expect it. It would be something like that, so that the next thing he would be petrified directly.

Maintaining the movement of opening the box, Liu Junru stared at the contents of the box with wide eyes, without even blinking. It took a long time before he recovered his voice, and he almost exclaimed: "Princess, what is this?" -"

Lin Xiaoxiao narrowed her eyes slightly, not letting go of the slightest expression on Liu Junru's face: "This is what Han Yi gave me!"

"Huh—" Liu Junru breathed a sigh of relief, and then carefully closed the lid: "Then the princess shows me this is..."

"Han Yi told me some things, so I came to you just to ask about..." I glanced down and looked at the hand holding the box: "Tell me as much as you know!"

"Princess!" Liu Junru got up with a serious face, and looked at Lin Xiaoxiao with fixed eyes: "This is a serious matter, my subordinates, do you want to tell the prince?"

"My lord has been too busy recently, let's talk about this..." Lin Xiaoxiao frowned displeased: "This princess believes that Master Liu can handle it better!"

Liu Junru sat down slowly, and looked around cautiously: "Wangfei, can you tell my subordinates, where did Han Yi get this white (river crab society) tiger order?"

"Han Yi didn't tell me!" Lin Xiaoxiao stared at Liu Junru: "But he told me that there are other three orders. I wonder if Mr. Liu knows the location of the other three orders?"

Liu Junru withdrew his hand slightly, but looked at the box on the table without blinking: "My subordinates only know that the Qinglong Order seems to be in Beichen Kingdom, and the Xuanwu Order should be in the palace..." Speaking of which, he His voice lowered slightly: "The White Tiger Order has never been whereabouts!"

"Then what about Suzaku Order?" Lin Xiaoxiao's voice was not too loud, but it gave off the feeling that only Liu Junru could hear it clearly.

"Suzaku Ling..." A complicated look flashed across Liu Junru's eyes, and then he said awkwardly: "The whereabouts of the Suzaku Ling are unknown with Prince Yueshang!"

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Overlapping palaces and winding corridors, the more you go in, the quieter it becomes. No one should come to this place, and even if there were people, it shouldn't be at this hour.

However, at this time, there was a person walking towards this side with steady steps.

I just walked into one of the quiet palaces, and the overwhelming fragrance inside made people dizzy for a moment, and all the eyes were the beautiful purple flowers that were almost enchanting. Logically speaking, during this period, flowers It should have withered long ago, but this kind of flower is still blooming coquettishly.

Suddenly, there was a burst of mediocre piano sound, the sound was deep and melodious, like complaints, but obviously, the person who came didn't know how to appreciate it, so he just frowned slightly, and walked in, bypassing several people. Turning the corner, I saw a seductive red figure sitting in the pavilion not far away, and a staunch black figure standing beside him.

The visitor obviously didn't like red very much, and his steps paused slightly.

"Whoever comes is a guest, come in!" The voice seemed a little soft, but it was extremely familiar.

"I don't know that the King of War is coming, so I'm going to welcome you!" The man's voice seemed a little careless, and his movements were still neither light nor heavy, and he was stroking the qin unhurriedly. With a little bit of dislike.

An Yijue was called by name, but there was a trace of surprise between his brows. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the figure over there, his eyes narrowed slightly. This figure was familiar no matter how he looked. "Unexpectedly, the son of Xiying is living a good life here!"

"It's pretty good, but it's just a little quieter!" The head drooped slightly, and a waterfall of black hair cascaded from the shoulders. No matter how you look at it... awkward, if the other party is a woman, it would be extremely evocative, but if It's a man... An Yi couldn't help but flinch, not because of fear, but because of disgust.

In this way, it made him think of a person, but thinking of the identity of the person in front of him, he couldn't help walking over, wanting to see his face from the front.

"A guest is here, and the black shadow is still not serving tea?" Gently putting the Qin aside, the man stood up gently, and then slowly turned around, looking at the expression on An Yijue's face without any surprise. Shocked look: "The small house is simple, don't blame the King of War!"

An Yijue narrowed his eyes, stared at him for a long time, and then sat down opposite him with a sneer: "What a son of Xiying, he really deserves to be Gong Wumo's son!"

"War King, we are each other. Who would have expected that under your rough appearance, King Zhan, your wolfish ambitions are also hidden?" Prince Xiying also looked at An Yijue mockingly.

"Hmph!" An Yijue snorted coldly, "I don't know if this king should call you the genius doctor Ghost Hand, or the son of Xiying?"

"I've never hidden my identity!" Gong Yaohua shrugged slightly, not far away, a black shadow was walking over with a tea tray, poured the tea quietly, and then quietly disappeared.

"I don't know, as a proton, you can still be so powerful!" An Yijue leaned forward slightly: "Then can you tell me how you happened to appear in the flooded place? Can I guess? , then the plague actually has something else going on?"

Gong Yaohua smiled indifferently: "It's up to the prince how to guess. However, this son has always been merciful. Seeing the natural disaster in Dongyi, isn't this rushing to save people?"

An Yijue stared at Gong Yaohua coldly: "I don't talk nonsense with you, since you have such supernatural powers, why do you still stay in my Dongyi Palace?"

"Aren't I going to be my proton peacefully? How about the prince?" Gong Yaohua looked at An Yijue tepidly, the mist in the teacup curled up and surrounded the two of them, for a moment, far away Looking at it, it looks like two friends are drinking tea and chatting.

"Then you should know that King Zhennan is here to pick up his son this time, right?" An Yijue looked at Gong Yaohua coldly.

"I know!" Turning the teacup in his hand casually: "But I found that the scenery of Dongyi Kingdom is still beautiful, the scenery is beautiful, and the people are more beautiful..." As he said, he moved closer to An Yijue ambiguously: "Do you think the king of Zhan is right? ?”

An Yijue narrowed his eyes slightly: "What do you want?"

"Hahahaha..." Gong Yaohua suddenly pushed back, leaned back slightly and laughed, uncontrollably, tears seemed to overflow from the corners of his eyes, and then he wiped the corners of his eyes slightly: "This son is even worse. Curious, how does it feel to marry the daughter of an enemy?"

Suddenly, An Yijue's eyes shot out a powerful and cold murderous aura, and the aura around him changed abruptly, locking tightly on Gong Yaohua in front of him. At this moment, he was like an enraged lion. It will tear the person in front of it to shreds, and it is actually the same.

Almost before Gong Yaohua could react, her neck was already tightly shackled by An Yi's big palm.

"Master..." No matter how fast Soi Ying was, he was caught off guard by An Yijue's sudden move, so he could only use the sword in his hand to face An Yijue vigilantly: "Let go of the master!"

"Ahem..." The smile on the corner of Gong Yaohua's mouth didn't hold back at all: "Annoyed... from embarrassment to anger...hehe..."

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